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I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do read more
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, read more
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard,
Those bold insurancers of deathless fame,
Supply their little feeble aids in vain.
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you read more
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
To myself alone do I owe my fame.
[Fr., Je ne dois qu'a moi seul toute ma renommee.]
To myself alone do I owe my fame.
[Fr., Je ne dois qu'a moi seul toute ma renommee.]
Fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else.
Fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else.
The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.
The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some read more
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
